Word: ede
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...calls "the Chassis Church," take to the road for good. After a tour of northern New England the Whitelocks will head for the paradise of trailer folk, Florida. There they will put to full use a technique which has earned them some fame broadcasting as "Uncle Herb and Aunt Ede" over small New England radio stations. Brisk, 50-year-old Uncle Herb preaches the gospel to crowds attracted by Aunt Ede's singing, to her own accompaniment. Says he: "She is one of the finest outdoor singers in America." Embarking last week on their new venture, Mr. Whitelock declared...
...Literary Guild celebrates its fifth anniversary this month by publishing "Savage Messiah" by H. S. Ede, a biography of the young French sculptor, Henri Gaudier. The biography is one of the finest yet selected by the Guild and was an appropriate choice to round out their fifth year of existence...
Biographer Ede says it was a purely platonic relation, and most of Gaudier's letters in this book bear him out. After reading them you can believe it. Sophie was a neurotic, Henri a genius (super-neurotic). They had a hard time in other ways too. Sophie cooked whatever food there was on Monday, they ate it cold the rest of the week. They were both nearly always ill, largely from undernourishment. Their lodgings were always depressing, dirty. Sometimes Sophie put cotton in her ears, sat down facing the wall, shut her eyes and sang...
...went back to England. But he was determined to join the French army, and his second attempt was successful. Sophie's last letter to him was bitter, nagging, complaining; she demanded he come back and take her away. Then the news came that Gaudier was dead. Says Ede: "Many people will remember Miss Brzeska in the streets of London, a strange, gaunt woman with short hair, no hat, and shoes cut into the form of sandals." She died in an asylum some few years later...
...Author. Harold Stanley Ede, of London's National Gallery, Millbank, long an admirer of Gaudier's work, has done what few modern biographers are willing to do: kept himself completely out of sight. Content with reprinting Gaudier's letters, with supplying a running comment that is sympathetic but perfectly impersonal, he has achieved a biography far above the common run, which the Literary Guild did well to nominate their March choice...